Aurora's Promise (36 page)

She could not fight him off, could not fend off his
sensual advances. There was only one thing she could do. With shaking hands,
she framed his face when he looked up. “If anything you say is true, if you
care for me at all, you will let me go.”

* * * * *

Phoebe only smiled when her betrothed growled his vows
and the minister raised his eyebrows in silent admonition. By this point, she
was used to his growling. He had kept his word, let her go and verified every
last word. And, at her request, he had proven his true desire to make her his
wife by not bedding her again until after they had wed. But as the days passed,
he grew increasingly curt and ill-tempered with all those around him until
everyone they encountered was looking forward to the day of their wedding.

The wedding breakfast was beautiful and elegant and very
well attended, to her new husband’s chagrin since the social expectation was
that they at least make an effort to greet all present. By the time he was
escorting her away from the crush, his grip on her arm was like an iron
shackle.

“Are you sure we greeted everyone?” she asked. “I think
we missed an entire table.”

“We didn’t.”

“Where are we going? Aren’t we supposed to finish—?”

“No.”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing at his abrupt
responses. She had made sure the planning for the wedding had lasted a full
week longer than the time she had spent on his ship and had managed to
innocently flaunt her womanly assets quite often in front of him during those
weeks. If she were truthful, she was as ready to leave the wedding party as he.
Her revenge had cost her as well.

Rounding the corner of the house, he ushered her quickly
up into a closed carriage that had been kept hidden from general view. Tossing
her onto the seat, he barked an order to the man sitting on the box and the
carriage jolted into motion before Connyn had the door closed.

The shades were flipped down, leaving the interior shaded
from the harsh light of the afternoon. He didn’t waste breath on words, simply
reached for her and pulled her across his lap. Eagerly she wound her arms
around his neck and gladly met his greedy kiss with an equal and boldly exposed
hunger of her own. His hands set to work on her dress and long before she was
finished kissing him, he sat back and yanked down her loosened bodice to expose
her breasts. She struggled to pull free of the sleeves, but he laid his hands
on her arms to stop her.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his eyes like searing brands on
her flesh as he held her in place in front of him.

Glancing down, she watched her breasts bounce as the carriage
made its way over the uneven ground. The lust on his face sharpened as her
nipples visibly puckered into tight points that pulled her breasts into
perfectly round globes just inches from his mouth. She discovered that she was
holding her breath, waiting.

He looked up at her and the expression on his face melted
away the world outside the small confines of the coach. His gray eyes softened
as they settled on hers. The love there, so strong and unquestionably honest,
lay between them as an offering, an affirmation, a promise. It banished any
lingering doubt hiding in the dark corners of her soul and liberated her to
trust him without reservation. His fingers brushed over her cheek as he leaned
close. She met him halfway with a kiss that that met and matched the purity of
devotion flowing from him.

Giving and tender with its possession, his mouth was
gentle on hers as his hands held her steady and kept her from falling against
him. The carriage listed suddenly to the side as one of the wheels rumbled over
a large rock and her nipples brushed the front of his coat sending fire
streaking under her skin from the tips of her breasts. She pressed in, pushing
her tongue between his lips, needing more. Needing more now.

Stroking his tongue with hers, she enticed and teased,
tasted and taunted. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and nipped it
sharply before whispering against his lips, “Touch me.” An order no less
commanding for its softness.

With a deep groan, he wrapped his arms around her and
crushed her to him, taking her mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. Her breasts
flattened against his shirt, aching as the warmth of his chest heated her
sensitive skin through the fabric of his clothes. Her mouth opened willingly
under the onslaught as his tongue dominated hers, repeating the motions with
which she had previously teased him. But his was not an enticing kiss. It was
forceful and exacting. Sending swirling sensations spinning through her body
and heating her skin until she was ready to claw her way out of the restraint
of her dress and all its accoutrements.

She became frantic as she writhed against the
constricting material. Though amused at her efforts, he finally deigned to help
and she was at last able to yank her arms out of the binding her sleeves had become.
But before she could wrap her arms around him, he bent her backward over his
forearm and focused that wonderfully talented mouth on her breast. Sliding her
fingers through his hair and anchoring him there, she forgot about everything
but the lust boiling in her veins. Unexpectedly he raised his head and looked
down into her face with a wolfish grin.

“Personally, I love the way you moan when I put my mouth
on you, but if you don’t want rumors running rampant among our servants,” he
said gesturing with his head toward where the driver was sitting, “you might
want to try to quiet your enthusiasm.”

“Oh no,” she said feeling an embarrassed flush crawl up
her neck and over her cheeks. “You’re right. We should stop before we get
carried away.”

His laugh was low and indulgent as he looked at her bare
chest. “Too late. I’m far past carried away.” To prove it, he flipped up her
skirts and began caressing the smooth skin of her thighs, moving steadily
upward until his fingers were teasing the covering curls at the junction
between them. “I haven’t had you for far too long and if you think I’m waiting
another minute,” he said as he pushed her legs apart and thrust a long finger
deep into her cunt without further prelude, “you are quite mistaken.”

She gasped at his boldness, at the rush of liquid heat
that streamed under her skin and flowed over his finger. Her head fell back as
he lowered his mouth back to her breast and began to suck. She had to bite her
bottom lip hard to keep from crying out when he pressed her nipple against the
roof of his mouth and rolled it back and forth there.

Thrusting two more fingers deep inside her, he worked
them in and out, twisting and rubbing her inner walls. Roughly, relentlessly
pushing her toward a release she’d been needing since she snuck out of the inn
months before.

“Wait!” she cried as he removed his hand and sat up. She
grasped at his arm but he was adjusting her skirts and shifting underneath her.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he said as he lifted her over
his lap. “Straddle me.”

“Here?” she squeaked in surprise.

He didn’t bother to answer with words. Instead he
repositioned her legs, pushed the layers of her skirts out of the way and
thrust up. Instantly he was inside her, filling her and stretching her. His
hands gripped her hips, keeping her in place as her fingers dug into his coat
to maintain her balance with her knees on the edge of the seat. Her gasp was
swallowed by the sound of his moan.

Guiding her forward, he urged her knees further apart.
Following his directions, she settled firmly against his groin, impaled on his
cock with her thighs spread wide over his hips. “Perfect,” he hissed as she
rocked forward with the movement of the carriage.

She tried to rise up on her knees but his hands
restrained her movement and kept her locked against him. “Just stay still,” he
said. “Close your eyes and concentrate on how I feel inside you.”

Licking her lips, she glanced down at their bodies as she
interlocked her fingers behind his neck. Naked from the waist up, she felt like
a sea nymph rising out of the voluminous waves of the frothy material of her
gown. Poufs and swells of her skirt covered the rest of the seat and both their
legs, hiding his hands holding her in place and the joining of their bodies.
The man was a truly erotic genius.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. And then
opened them with a sharp intake of breath when his tongue swiped over her
nipple. “I thought you said we weren’t going to move,” she said.

“I told
you
not to move,” he corrected. “Now close
your eyes.”

Once again, she shut her eyes and tilted her head back.
Feeling the swaying motion of the carriage sliding their bodies together, an
intimate rocking pressing him in deep and her clitoris against the springy hair
at the base of his cock. Her inner thighs slid over the material of his
trousers reinforcing the fact that he was fully clothed while she, for all
purposes, was basically naked. Trying to relax into the rhythm of the carriage,
she was thrown off her focus when his teeth scraped over the top of her breast
right before he sucked hard on a spot just over her right nipple.

Instinctively her hips rolled forward and she arched her
back. His tongue swirled over her nipple and his hands slid over her hips to
grip the globes of her bottom, his fingers slipping deep into their crease.
Remaining stationary was no longer an option.

She began to rotate her hips and grind against him, using
the bouncing of the coach to add force to her movements. Her hands pushed up
through his hair as she twisted on top of him, clenching her inner muscles
around his cock. The heat and solidness of him within her spurred the desire
she’d stifled for long months and she felt her cream slick his cock, making it
easy to take him in as deeply as possible, to easily slide up and down and
twist as she rotated her hips.

His groan was low and vibrated against her chest as he
dragged his lips from one breast to the other. Matching her rhythm, he thrust
up hard and high into her over and over. She rocked back and forth as the
carriage swayed from side to side while he pressed up into her again and again.
The full range of movement made staying silent a very real struggle.

With every kiss and every sway, quieting her responses
while her body was spinning and surging into a madness of passion became
increasingly difficult. The more severely she tried to lock down her reactions,
the more intensely the sensations battered within her. She tightened her legs
on his hips, dug her fingers into the fabric of his coat and hissed his name.

Pinching her nipple between his lips, Connyn tugged on it
and spread her buttocks with his hands. He inched his fingers into her crease
until the tips of his fingers pressed against the edge of her anus.

“Oh! Oh no!” she breathed as he pressed his index finger
partially inside. Strands of her hair tumbled free of the confining pins and
fell around her shoulders in loose waves. A bead of sweat slid from the hollow
of her throat and down between her breasts, the wet trail tickling coolly
against her hot skin.

He kissed his way back up her neck, his tantalizing lips
teasing one shiver after another from her. When one of his large hands moved
forward over her thigh until his thumb speared down between her opened labia
and over her clitoris, she no longer cared about being discreet. She cried out
and jerked, but when she rocked forward, she increased the pressure of his
thumb on her clitoris and when she rocked backward she increased the pressure
of his finger in her anus. And every movement forward, backward, up, down and
side-to-side drew attention to the fact that he was lodged, hard and huge, deep
inside her.

Her lust ran into desperate need and she bucked against
him, her cunt, clitoris and anus all stimulated at once. She began to writhe
with the anguish of knowing the verge of ecstasy and not quite being there. He
flicked her clitoris again with his thumb and she threw her head back, crying
out and not caring who heard.

With a curse he pumped his hips, slamming into her as she
rode him with reckless abandon, pins flying out of her hair, her breasts
bumping his cheeks and chafing against the whiskers growing back from his
morning shave. He pushed his finger deeper into her bottom, rubbed her clitoris
fast and hard as she drove herself down on him.

Suddenly, her inner muscles seized around him and she
gasped as lava-hot sensations flooded through her. They spiraled out from her
anus and clitoris and licked like tongues of flame up her back and over her
shoulders. Her body gripped his cock and milked him hard as her skin flushed
with the rush of her orgasm. Connyn thrust up one last time, held her in place
as he groaned and released himself into the midst of her climax.

Light and shadow burst apart in a stunning show of
dazzling color as the reality of having him deep inside both her body and her
life rose like the morning sun rushing to the sky with a heat and brilliance so
intense, it drove out all the cold and dark left from the night. Truly and
completely, she loved this man. After losing her father not long after her mother,
she’d believed she would never feel pure joy in this world again. She’d been
wrong.

Phoebe draped her arms over Connyn’s back and dropped her
head to his shoulder, resting her cheek there and taking deep breaths. He
wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Letting out a deep but
contented sigh, she said, “So much for curtailing servant rumors.”

His chuckle thumped his shoulder against her cheek. “Don’t
worry about Matthew. All of my servants understand how much I value their
ability to be discreet.”